The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 24, 2012 18:00:32 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Today was November 6th, a Sunday.
“Ah, but November 5th is such a good day for a conspiracy,” he sighed as she took the bill before he could do the gentlemanly thing. If she really wanted to pay, fine, he wasn't going to fight her for it.
Six more months would make it May 5th, Cinqo de Mayo, a celebration of victory, also fitting. It would be a tight schedule, if he was to get everything done he needed to get done.
“Nine months.” They could leave America reeling the same way they had left Japan on that date in 1945. Sebastian crossed his arms, not moving to get up from his chair until they had an agreement. He could probably do it in six, but he could pull together a much bigger bang in nine. Revolutions weren't born overnight.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 23, 2012 18:40:11 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Unplug it.
Brilliant.
Towels, right. They had those, he thought. The dispenser. Was somewhere.
Normally Sebastian was not this terrible in a kitchen. When cutting boards, knives, pots, pans, fire, and food were involved, he was actually a pretty good cook. He could make authentic recipes from many different areas of the world, and he'd been a bachelor enough of his life that he had plenty of reason to learn to cook for himself. It was just when technology reached its power cords into the kitchen that the unicorn man got a little flustered.
“Sorry to ruin your discussion,” the unicorn man apologized, “technology is not my strong suit.”
He found the paper towels and started unrolling them and handing half to Emily so they could work as a team to stem the caffeinated flood while Paul went to get a mop.
“Not usually,” the unicorn man answered. It wasn't a bad idea, though.
“I don't see why we need such a fancy coffee maker, anyway,” Sebastian grumbled just a little bit as he threw away the soggy papers and stared at the machine with trepidation, worried it may start unexpectedly spouting hot liquids again, “I've been making coffee just fine without one for centuries.”
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 21, 2012 21:10:19 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
She was so hesitant. Either she didn't really want to achieve her goals all that badly after all, or she had been expecting him to ask for the whole world on a silver platter.
"You're going to have to try a little harder than that if you're going to make this worthwhile."
He steepled his fingers and pressed them against his lips, all business. Did he really have to spell it out in that much detail for her? Perhaps. This was a business contract after all.
"How about this, you give me one year's time to make my preparations and I will play your perfect enemy. In exchange you give me a night to remember for the rest of my life, however long that may be."
Musical accompaniment: "Sebby I understand, you are a uni-man, and you have been without, for a thousand years about! Lori please find a way, to make this uni's day. He will give you the world, it is so easy, girl. Hormones are raging, guns will be blazing, It's all so very logical. It's logical. It's logical."
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 20, 2012 22:37:24 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Right, because getting shot was enjoyable and challenging. No, if he was going to do this thing, she was going to have to make it worth his while.
He set his fork down on the edge of the plate and pushed it an inch or so farther from the edge of the table. He crossed his arms and leaned slightly closer to where Lori was sitting.
“You could start by inviting me to go home with you.”
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 20, 2012 19:12:56 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
>>”If I could be that enemy I would....”
Right, like he'd never seen the helpless maiden act before. Sebastian hid a smile by taking a sip of water. All she needed to now was to make some cute little kitten eyes at him over her pancakes. But this was Lori, and the idea of her making kitten eyes at anyone seemed ridiculous. Even to her apparently, because she laughed it off.
She could be that enemy, except she wasn't immortal. He could be that enemy, except he just didn't care.
It wasn't that he was opposed, since he really had nothing to lose, he just didn't have anything to gain.
“Like I said before, you need to be willing to do something about it. The perfect enemy won't just jump in front of the cannons and the bombs because it is convenient for some pretty little blonde girl.”
He took a thoughtful bite of his pancakes.
“So the question becomes, what is the pretty blonde girl willing to give that the perfect enemy actually wants?”
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 20, 2012 10:18:38 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Had he spilled something? One could say that.
“It was just an accident. Don't worry, we'll get it cleaned up in no time.”
He had the sponge! Yes! The unicorn man slipped back out of the kitchen as quickly as he'd come in, ready to go help with the mess Aedus had made. It was perfect, they'd just wipe this up quick, no harm done.
Except Noel might not see it that way. She wouldn't have had to see it at all if she'd just stayed in the kitchen.
There was no point in lying about it. The woman clearly knew her red bodily fluids by sight.
“No one is hurt,” Sebastian pointed out, careful to use the present tense.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 19, 2012 22:42:27 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
It had started innocently enough. He had been trying to find out if there were other interesting mutants that were becoming the same kind of internet sensation, or “meme” as it seemed to be called, that Agnes had become.
He knew how to go to ViewTube now, so he had started there. Each video conveniently linked to another one like it. The video of the amazing insect girl had led to another showing a snake man getting on a city bus. That had led to a boy that could tame birds with a whistle. That had led to a parrot that could sing a somewhat morbid song, for a parrot. That led to baby ducklings that couldn't quite maintain their balance in the face of tremendous amounts of wind. Sebastian felt terrible for laughing at that one, he really did.
One thing led to another and somehow he had ended up in an endless stream of cute cat videos. He was just going to watch the one more, and then he was going to go home. Really, he was.
The ninja cat was impressive. He had very reflexes and self control, something that humans could learn from. Sebastian even jumped at the end when the cat was suddenly right th...
>>“What.”
Ohmygodsrightbehindhim! Sebastian leaped to his feet, spun around and drew both his swords in one fluid motion.
“Oh. It's just you, Malako.” He had thought it was... he wasn't even sure who he thought it was. Discretely he took a step sideways to block images of the kittens on the screen. “I was just getting ready to go home,” or so he had been telling himself for the last fifteen minutes. Or maybe thirty. “What brings you here at such a late hour?”
The swords. He could probably put them away now.
Something was sniffing its way into the room behind the younger immortal.
“Is that a... puppy?” Puppies were not as cute as kitties.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 19, 2012 18:15:47 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Alister slipped into the professor's office. He had a small window of time between classes and the time that a certain unicorn would come for his own unscheduled appointment.
Dr. Edward Shaw looked up over his spectacles at the young man in sunglasses who was obviously only about half the age he needed to be to legitimately wander the halls of this university.
The young seer cut right to the chase, “You don't know me, and won't like the fact that I'm a mutant, but my abilities are both useful and interesting, which you will find to your advantage so you will work with me.”
The doctor with the scar that ringed all around his jaw pursed his lips thoughtfully, allowing the young man to continue his speech.
Alister continued, knowing that giving this man this much information and this much power was a gamble, but if he wanted to stop Sebastian and save the world, he needed to make it. They could deal with the repercussions later.
“A man named Sebastian, who is a student of yours, has started his own church, a rival to your own Church of Humanity.”
Dr. Shaw couldn't believe how much this young man knew about him. It was almost as if they had a hundred conversations prior to this one, and Shaw himself could remember none of them. The boy knew too much, and yet, he had been right in his first statement, Shaw was intrigued.
“In a few minutes the unicorn man is going to come ask you to help him turn someone into an immortal. You need to say yes, because helping him now will give you the key to stopping him later: unicorn blood You simply need to keep a little for yourself.”
“Why are you telling me this, boy? If you know so much, you know that I am no friend to mutants.”
“I'm a seer. Believe me when I say for the whole world's sake, Sebastian needs to die. It's the only way,” Alister was confident in his plan now. It had taken weeks of searching, but he had finally found a path through the future that had a chance of not ending in complete and utter destruction and death, though he had to make this deal with the devil in order to get what he needed.
“What's in it for you?” The older man was skeptical.
“I need a vial for myself,” or more precisely, someone he knew needed it.
“Just one?”
“I'll only need the one of that and...,” there was a pause, he was pushing his time here, as he knew he would. Sebastian's footsteps were echoing down the hallway. “Excuse me, but we will have to continue this conversation at a later date.”
Alister ducked out the door leaving a somewhat confused college professor, medical doctor, and secret leader of one of the most sinister mutant hating churches in the country pondering what it all meant. He didn't have much time to ponder before another unscheduled, but no longer unexpected, visitor stepped through his open doorway.
It was a unicorn man, here to ask him for help turning someone immortal.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 19, 2012 16:38:50 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
She and god were taking a breather, huh? The immortal just smiled a little to himself and the sidewalk in front of them. Taking a breather was nothing compared to what Sebastian was doing: issuing a direct challenge to anyone and everyone who called themselves a god. Half of him disbelieved in any such being, the other half thought that if there was such a being he or she must not care very much for the creatures in need down on earth, such as Agnes. He aimed to be a better god than any that came before him.
“It may not seem that anyone is looking out for you right now, but deities work in mysterious ways.”
They were almost to the gate that marked the edge of the park.
“The important thing is wanting to help other people. If you want to do that, then stop by the church. It's on X street, just south of the park.”
There was a bus rounding the corner, getting ready to stop at Agnes' stop.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 7, 2012 19:39:47 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
It was easy for Sebastian to see it: the logic of how her plans could succeed or fail. She was letting moral qualms get in the way of her goals. That wasn't bad, or good, it was just a fact. She had a simple solution to her problem, but unless she did something about it, nothing was going to happen.
“I'm suggesting that the perfect enemy isn't going to just appear for your convenience. Unless you are willing to do something about it, you'll never see the unity you want. And unless the enemy that you find, make, or become is some kind of unstoppable entity, once he or she is defeated, the world will go back to exactly the way it was before.”
He set his fork down on the edge of his plate to take a drink of his water.
“Are you full already,” he inquired. She seemed to be slowing down on her pancake, but she'd barely eaten any of it. Then again, it was a huge pancake and she was not a very large woman.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 5, 2012 13:45:18 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
She did mean it, but not as literally as he had originally thought.
Why ever not? If she really wanted to achieve her goal, a threat like that would be perfect to unite everyone against a common enemy.
“You're too afraid,” he stated bluntly. “Too afraid to use a real bomb, too afraid to hurt people or alienate people, too afraid to make it work. If the threat isn't real, the enemy isn't real, and the possibility of catastrophic damage isn't real, the world won't unite.”
He took another thoughtful bite of his pancake.
“And once the enemy is defeated, people will go back to their separate lives and forget the whole thing happened.” He'd seen it happen. People could forget the arbitrary lines they drew between them for a time, but as soon as they didn't have a common enemy, they went back to squabbling over their tiny differences in hair color, eye color,family name, caste, class, race, or gender. It was in their nature.
Either human nature would have to change or humans as a whole needed to be in constant fear of something so great and powerful that they could never defeat it. Something immortal and indestructible, untiring, uncaring, and without anything to lose.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 5, 2012 12:59:58 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
A nuke was a nuclear bomb. Even though it was modern slang, no one who had lived through the middle of the twentieth century and picked up a newspaper even once could escape knowing what that was.
>>“You could threaten Capital Hill with a nuke.”
Heh.
Threats of disaster: that was certainly one way to bring people together. Sebastian would have chuckled, but there was something about the way she said it that told him it was no joking manner.
Lori kept eating her pancake, as serious as the black plague. Sebastian tilted his head at her.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 5, 2012 12:43:13 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
“Colei,” Sebastian swore, rushing forward. He knocked Aedus' sword aside with his arm and pressed his hand left against the young man's now bare chest. Icy cold burned at his palm as it soaked into the man's skin, cooling his pain, quenching the fire within, and above all, knitting his wound closed again.
It wouldn't have be mortal wound, but it would have been ugly if he hadn't been a healer. He knew better than to be distracted during a fight, whether it was serious or simply training. So why had his mind played such trick on him? How had this man managed to distract him so?
“Merda, you've gotten blood all over the floor,” and his on his hand, too.
He needed a sponge. The only sponge he knew of was in the kitchen.
“Ego sum perfetutum,” he muttered as he sheathed his sword and stepped toward the kitchen. He poked his head through the door. Noel was cheerfully scrubbing away, using the only sponge in sight on the stubborn rim of the chili pot.
The immortal put the bloody hand behind his back like a little boy who didn't want his mother to know that he hadn't washed before dinner.
“May I borrow that?” He asked politely, pointing to the sponge with his clean hand.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 3, 2012 21:00:00 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
“Zeus' tangled beard hairs!”
Sebastian grabbed for some kind of cup, but dropped it and it shattered on the floor. He grabbed instead for a towel and tried to stem the flow. It wasn't working to stop the flood so much as it was working to burn his hands.
“Stop, you infernal machine! I didn't give you permission to do that!”
It wasn't listening. Apparently, electronic ears were not one of the special features in this particular model of coffee machine.
“Gods!”
Why had the coffee machine started spewing hot black liquid all over the counter and floor? Sebastian hadn't touched anything. Nothing that seemed like it would make the machine do that.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 31, 2012 22:05:18 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The truth from Aedus was not what Sebastian had expected the truth to be. He had thought it would be something along the lines of “so I'm interested in Noel and wanted to know if there was anything between you”.
What he got instead was huh?
Sebastian didn't know anything of love or pregnant wives or apartment buildings destroyed.
Aedus had been truthful with him, so he would be truthful back, “You're gripping that too tightly again, and I don't know what you're talking about.”
He swung his sword at Aedus again, slowly enough that he could block it, but at a trickier angle this time, then at another angle, even trickier than that.
Sure he wore a wedding ring, but that was only because he had needed the green card. He wasn't really the marrying type, or he would have done it by now, at some point in his long life, but he'd never found anyone that he truly cared about.
The boy had thrown him for a mental loop, and it was distracting him. It was almost as if there was something he should remember that would make everything make sense, but he couldn't. It made him distracted and in that moment of inattention he forgot whom he was fighting and flicked his sword a little too quickly, a little too aggressively. Noel was going to be upset.
